Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-06-03

| nAllow me, then, to show You tho
| most likely place to find it at. Most
| of the luggage got scattered about the
| line some distance behind"
AS they walked back she told him she
| was travelling alone, and was on her
| way to her home in Barcastle, OF which
| place her father was the rector. She
had but one box-a large tin one, with
| a curved lid, and painted Brown.
| Near the overturned engine Granard
found a piece of tin crumbled up like
a crushed sheet OF brown paper, which
| he saw had been box-lid, as a torn
hinge was hanging from one edge oft.
| He turned it over to see the color.
| "Was your box painted like that?"
| he asked of his companion.
Eyes, just that color; but it was
large box" she answered.
| "Oh this was n good-sized lid once"
he remarked, as he placed it across q
rail and endeavored to stamp it int o
shape with his heel; 1.-THE box it came
off is probably not far away" They
presently found the body OF the box,
standing the right side up. and
with the contents undisturb-
layers, which had been whisked
|
As a cry of sorrowful recognition
escaped his companion, Granard knew
that Miss Righton had at last found
her own. She dropped beside the
buged trunk, and attempted, almost
affectionately to set her things in
order once more. Granard watched
her with ever-growing admiration.
He thought he mad never seen face SO
full of strength and yet SO refined and
feminine-every feature seems eloquent
OF high and noble qualities. 1t was q
face which filled his mind with ardent
thoughts-more OF chivalry than love
and made him regret that the events
of the day had not given him chance
of serving her in more brilliant man.
ner than that OF simply guiding her to
her luggage.
"Pm sure / don't know how my
box will travel" she remarked visit
fully, when she had gathered most OF
her belongings together.
"Would it not be better to abandon
1t and make the contents into par
cels?" suggested Granard; 'you would
be less likely to lose anything, and
the box is too much damaged to he
ever used again" She approved of
this idea, and soon, with q tweed
waterproof cloak and q large shawl
as wrappers, they had made up the
whole of her things into two large
bundles.
After handing in various kilograms
and procuring refreshments for Miss
Righton and himself, Granard conduct
ed her to the train aboutto leave Praed-
stol for Barcastle, and babe her adieu,
as his own destination was on anoth-
er branch.
What perfect time it had been!
How splendid she had borne herself!
They had talked on all sorts and
kinds OF topics, and she had fascinat-
ed him on all in turn; by her deep
religious thankfulnesS for their preser-
walton in the recent catastrophe, no
less than by her exquisite sense of
humor at their resulting condition;
by her evidently wel-stored mind, no
less than by her frank de sire for infor-
mationo on every subject about which
she CHANGED to be ignorant. No won
der that in the weeks that followed
his mind was more filled with
thoughts OF her than OF the terrible
disaster OF the day! No wonder he
priced the letters he soon receiv-
ed from both her parents and
|
the complimentary letter he got
from the railway directors expressing
their thanks for his services and asking
his acceptance of handsome check!
Mr.. and Mrs. Righton sent him very
cordial invitations to visit them as
soon as be could make it convenient
to do so, and about three months
after the eventful July day Granard
found himself pacing the Praedstol
platform, impatiently waiting for the
Barcaste train to run in.
Presently he felt his hand warmly
grasped and had his arm half shaken
off by an excited, nervous-looking
man, perfect stranger to him.
| "Goo-goo-goo-good M M M N m orn-
ing, sir, he stammered.
Good morning. But I'm afraid
you are mistaking me for some one
else for l don't know you," said
Granard.
"Oh, yes you d-d-d-do!" he exclaim-
ed, excitedly; "the accident-the acct
dent, you know"
"Oh, to be sure! remember Won
now" said Granard, recognizing his
| quondam fellow-traveler, the wretched
bridegroom.
81 have t-t-t-to thank you f-f-f-for
helping my wife, the man blurted
out with effort, still working Garnard's
hand up and down.
"How is your wife? Was she any
worse?"
"Her head was very b-b-b-bad for a
long time, b.b-b-b but she is quite well
again now"
And you?" inquired Granard.
II c.bu-cu-cuk-couldn't odd do any
work for w-wwe-ee week, and had
a Ode dud-dreadful pain in my BIB
ba-back for month, just here" he
replied, very gravely, putting his hand
tenderly behind him-just on the
| spot where Granard had bestowed
his Contamination kick.
well, goodbye, good-bye; train to
catch?' cried Granard, hastily, as hs
rushed to another platform to give
vent to the inward laughter which
was choking him.
| y 4
"Shall we travel home by the Fly-
ing Scud, love?" said Aurthur Granard
to his young wife, as, twelve months
alter, they strolled along the pier at